Teksty: Cowboy Junkies. Lay It Down. Just Want to See.
Don't want to be no patch on no quilt
(Just want to see)
Tear stained stitchin' linkin' memories to guilt
(Just want to see)
Don't want to be no hair on no wall
(Just want to see)
Blood stained note saying 'Fuck you all'
I just want to see what kills me
Tommy, are you ready? We better head to town
J.D.'s box is waitin' to be lowered down
And you know how he hates to be kept waitin' 'round
Don't want to be no chalk line drawin'
(Just want to see)
Toe tagged question mark, until identifying
(Just want to see)
Don't want to fuse with no economy seat
(Just want to see)
Fuel some fireball at thirty thousand feet
I just want to see what kills me
Tommy, did you catch his face before they closed the lid?
I swear I saw him wink once and flash me that old grin
Oh, you know, that would be just like him
Don't want to face no hollow eyed endin'
(Just want to see)
Loved ones buried, empty days of waiting
I just want to see what kills me
Tommy darling, come to bed, sleep away the sadness
These memories too are bound to die
So our dreams will have to serve us
Tomorrow may be the day that our love betrays us
(Just want to see)
Tear stained stitchin' linkin' memories to guilt
(Just want to see)
Don't want to be no hair on no wall
(Just want to see)
Blood stained note saying 'Fuck you all'
I just want to see what kills me
Tommy, are you ready? We better head to town
J.D.'s box is waitin' to be lowered down
And you know how he hates to be kept waitin' 'round
Don't want to be no chalk line drawin'
(Just want to see)
Toe tagged question mark, until identifying
(Just want to see)
Don't want to fuse with no economy seat
(Just want to see)
Fuel some fireball at thirty thousand feet
I just want to see what kills me
Tommy, did you catch his face before they closed the lid?
I swear I saw him wink once and flash me that old grin
Oh, you know, that would be just like him
Don't want to face no hollow eyed endin'
(Just want to see)
Loved ones buried, empty days of waiting
I just want to see what kills me
Tommy darling, come to bed, sleep away the sadness
These memories too are bound to die
So our dreams will have to serve us
Tomorrow may be the day that our love betrays us
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Lay It Down
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